Just a thought

Fritz is a miniature schnauzer who joined the Foster clan over a year ago.  He has fit right it and appropriately adds to the chaos of our everyday lives.  We have found that Fritz has a delicate tummy and should not eat the waffles, crackers, grapes and all the other crap my 3 year old feeds him.

In B's defense, he is the perfect height for Fritz to jump up on and steal whatever B is carrying around in his hand.  B thinks it is a neat trick and instead of fighting for his food once its stolen he runs to get another serving of whatever he just lost.  It is win for both of them until it is not.

This morning while getting ready and looked down to see dog puke in two small piles in opposite sides of my bedroom.  It was gross.  Really gross.  It was also interesting to see what Boone had been eating in the last 12 hours.  Hunt cleaned up the piles.  I told him it was only fair given that I cleaned up the kids' spit-ups and puke all these years.  He huffed which I chose to interpret as resignation that I was right.

Given that I am working in the final days of the legislative session I find it appropriate that I began my day with regurgitated crap and will most likely end it with a similar mess although it will be in policy form.